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Complexion of Blue
Short poem on Lord Krishna
I was sitting in my bed
Having a pre-sleep meditation,
And but who should I see
On such an inauspicious occasion.
Wearing yellow-gold robes,
No bigger than two hands high.
With a mischievous expression,
And a twinkle in His Eye.
It was only for a flash of time,
But defiantly I saw Him dance.
It was my very own Lord Krishna, Govinda!
Upon my sideward glance.
“My Lord You certainly do,
Know how to delight.
But could You not have come earlier?
Already it is so far into the night”.
No sooner had I said that,
The stars began to pale.
The birds began tweeting,
And my alarm began to wail.
“It’s morning” I cried,
“Could it all have been true?
Perhaps I was only dreaming,
But I do so recall that complexion of blue”.
